Looking at the photos of this box, Fang Meng wanted to say that it was impossible not to be disappointed, after thousands of calculations, he didn't count that the treasure in the box was actually this kind of thing.

Suddenly, without looking at the photo, Fang Meng was directly angry: "It's not that Taoist priest who is lying to us, the real treasure is not here, but is messing with us to leave the mountain..."

This almost venting act made several people helpless.

Only Fang Kui carefully picked up the photo with a curious expression.

"It's strange, why some photos are protected by glue, and some are not..."

The first photograph is in color.

It reads February 2, 1995

The photo shows a woman with a kind and happy face, and a newborn baby wrapped in a towel in her arms.

Looking at this photo, Wu Lin was surprised.

"Isn't that me! When you were born, I remember it very well. ”

As a mature moment from a woman to a mother, Wu Lin will never forget it in her life.

Unexpectedly, this moment was actually recorded, and even she didn't know about it.

"And there's..."

Fang Kui continued to rummage through the photos.

Colored, with a sign on it 3-18-2000

It's a round boy, wearing a Mickey Mouse shirt, rolling on the grass, and the moment he grinned was captured.

There are also Fang Meng and Wu Lin, who are obviously much younger than now.

"So you were so funny back then..."Fang Kui's wife, Ye Li, couldn't help but snort.

Fang Kui also felt that he couldn't hold it back, was he so forced before.

"It's not my fault, it's the fault of the capture..."

"Son, are you like this before? Fang Meng couldn't help but look at the photo, and was clearly arranged by the content on the photo.

After that, Fang Kui no longer looked at his photos, but hurriedly skimmed over and continued to look at this stack of [treasures].

Looking at the next one, the style of painting changed, and it immediately changed to the kind of black-and-white yellowed photo with mixed colors.

The protagonist of the photo is no longer Fang Kui, but another half-sized child.

"This... Isn't that me?"

Fang Meng looked shocked and looked at the photo.

1978-6-21

The memory that has long been blurred comes to mind.

Flip through the photo again.

The black, white and yellowed old photos are not wrapped with glue edges, and the clarity is not as high as it is now, but there is always an old charm that attracts people, and it is more touching than the current color photos.

1967-8-5

A beautiful woman with curly hair full of charm, holding a child in a towel in her arms.

This is a photo of Fang Meng when he was born.

1941-9-21

Even more blurry photo, in which a girl rolls in the snow, is captured by an old camera.

The bright smile on the girl's face was deeply engraved in the hearts of several people.

Just like the old man who is rolling on the snow now.

Innocent, happy.

...

"Grilled salted fish, I love to eat it..."

Li Yu was pouting the grilled salted fish while tidying up the Taoist temple.

"Eight thousand yuan, I never thought that eight thousand yuan could do so many things..."

What can you do with 8,000 yuan? Li Yu felt that maybe in the eyes of the local tyrants in mobile games, the price of a weapon was not as good.

But for Li Yu, he can buy enough polished rice, japonica rice, glutinous rice, incense, yellow paper, and in addition to these, he can also renew a network cable.

"At this point, my Yuqingguan is also a place with an Internet! ”

The ghost knows how painful it is to have a world without the Internet, if what is Infernal Hell, then this is it, especially Li Yu, who can't afford to pay for traffic...

Gone are the days when I couldn't even read a novel...

Having wifi really does whatever you want...

After purchasing these things, the money in his hand was only 4,000 yuan.

Four thousand dollars can be used for a while.

Just when Li Yu was excited, several familiar people came to the Taoist temple.

It's Fang Meng's family.

Li Yu quickly changed from Ge You's paralyzed state playing with his mobile phone to sitting upright.

Feathered crown white robe, eyes calm.

"Master..."

As soon as he came in, this Fang Meng respectfully called the master, and it seemed that this time he was really convinced.

Li Yu just smiled indifferently.

"A treasure?"

"A treasure indeed..."

Fang Meng's face was complicated.

At first, when I looked at that stack of photos, I didn't think there was anything that was not a treasure, but now, after reading those things, I realized that this is a treasure in the true sense.

It is a completely different concept from the so-called "treasure" that I am looking for.

"Lost?"

"Frankly, it was a bit of a loss at first, and these photos didn't change my current predicament. After Fang Meng turned to look at his family, he smiled with relief: "But then I think that these things are much more precious than the treasures I want... I figured it out, my predicament, I came through it myself, and my mother went through a more difficult predicament than I do now. ”

Ding Man, whose hands were crooked like chicken paws, was still smiling, but he didn't let the treasure box go, because the treasure box was already tightly held in her arms.

"The so-called treasure is the thing that can still bring comfort to people after owning or losing everything, the so-called attachment, the so-called fate, the red and white things, how can they be compared?"

Li Yu looked indifferent, desperately emphasizing that money is an external object...

So you, hurry up and contribute something less important!

"I'm ashamed of the master's high realm, I'm a layman, I don't know how to thank you, so... I'm sorry, it may be a bit humiliating to you, but I don't really feel ashamed of this money, and I am ashamed of this hard-won treasure..."

After speaking, Fang Meng really stuffed the paper bag into the merit box in the main hall with an apologetic face, as if giving money was insulting the master in front of him.

"When the heart arrives, it is here, you don't have to apologize, the so-called way of the world, how can you not be contaminated with red dust... Come, and put on a stick of incense. ”

Li Yu's eyes narrowed, smiled slightly, and then meditated cross-legged, as if he was one with nature, and the piano was harmonious.

In the heavy snow, the figure of meditating in the snow hall deeply reflected the hearts of Fang Meng's family, and it is hard to forget...

Fang Meng retired after putting on a stick of incense.

Leave with your family, with a yearning for the future and treasures.

The past is still worth remembering, and it is more cherished to cherish the future...

After a few people left, Li Yu's eyes immediately widened, and he reached out to take out the paper bag.

Quick inventory.

"Five thousand dollars, this old boy has meaning..."

Frankly speaking, Li Yu felt that 5,000 yuan was sincere and kind enough, and finally asked the family to leave with apologies, thinking that he had insulted himself.

At this point, Li Yu felt a little ashamed, this kind of insult is better...

Just when Li Yumei was supplied, the system suddenly prompted.

"Achievement: Zhou Xianghuo money reached five shares. ”

"Give the Taoist temple a chance to renovate. ”